Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 96

NICOLE

Getting home and being with Roman is the one thing that calms me down after the hectic day I've had.

Thankfully, I don't have to work the whole day. Six hours is all. Dammit, I'm exhausted, and my interaction with Esmeralda doesn't make me feel any better.

I don't share it with him even though I want to get it off my chest and also try to get a second opinion on the matter. I've been breaking my head trying to figure out why she approached me that way, and why she gave me the news of her pregnancy like that.

But I can't figure it out.

Whatever. Maybe the best thing I can do is push the whole thing out of my mind. What good will it bring me anyway? At least now I have the certainty that I'll never again speak to Esmeralda.

Ever again. Our friendship is over for good. Maybe she had that realization a long time ago, but I had it now. And it's never too late to do something good.

"You're awfully quiet," Roman murmurs as he runs his fingers along the curve of my back.

"I could say the same thing about you," I joke, even though I am being a little bit serious. I don't want to spoil the mood, though. He's probably had a long day, and I understand that. I've had one, too, and I really don't want to talk about it.

One thing I've noticed, though, is that his knuckles are bruised, and that worries me. The first thought is that he probably went at a punching bag a little too hard in the gym or something. There's no way he fought someone. I refuse to believe that.

But he hasn't mentioned it, so I don't want to be pushy.

My curiosity gets the best of me, though. I've never been particularly great at keeping my mouth shut, especially when I'm anxious.

"What happened to your hands?"

"Don't worry about it," he claims before slapping my rear hard. "Today was a good day, and someday, I'll tell you all about it."

I raise myself to peer at his face. "Now you've just made me more anxious."

He smiles. "You'll just have to deal with it. I can't tell you now." We kiss. "How about you? How was your day? Old men flirt with you?"

I giggle. "Who said anything about old men?"

Roman's eyes darken even though he's still smiling and it's the most comical sight. I can't help but laugh harder. "You're impossible, you know that? It's so easy to piss you off."

"You're gonna make me sit in that café all day, baby," he warns. "Fighting off men who even dare to look at you. I'm not afraid of a fight. I know I'll win."

"You're too cocky."

We go back and forth like this for some time, and it definitely cheers me up even more. When he suggests making us both a late-night snack, I jump at the suggestion because I'm starving.

He brought groceries with him, and there's still plenty of food left. Roman fixes us some sandwiches, and I watch, entranced, as he prepares them. I just love looking at his hands as he handles the knife with such expertise. It's really something else.

I could never. Not in a million years.

We sit eating it, and my legs are resting across his lap. Roman's so touchy. When I'm next to him, we have to go the whole way. No shortcuts. His hand is always on me in some way. We're always skin to skin. It's something that's so addictive.

"Delicious," I murmur as I chew my way through the end of the sandwich. "Wow. I don't know what I'll do without your cooking."

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